Hopes About You. Comments

Hopes.
I don’t want to get my hopes too high, that the flocks of birds from spring are coming back to the winter in my heart; I mean I feel like my hopes went away like the snow in spring.
Don’t rush the water because it will become a puddle of mud, let it run free and it will become a beautiful pond fill with holly water blessed by god.
So I wrote the most beautiful song for your sensible ears and I whisper slow this is a love poem for you, my love because I’m in love with you.
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